Tokyo — “Sepp,” my mentor from graduate school, still writes me back once in a while. He always begins his letters like this: “I am dictating this letter in Berlin.” It can be from Paris, Madrid, Kyoto, or Rio. He dictates his letter and his secretary Margaret in Palo Alto types it up and mails it to me in Tokyo. This particular line reminds me of his deep baritone voice and laugh that sounds like he is a...
Berlin — Sitting in the corner of a cafe, observing, I try to reflect if I am enjoying solitary, or struggling another day of loneliness. ‘Friendship is not developed through time, rather moments of time.’ I...
Tokyo — Lucky me. One of my favorite people in Tokyo, also cultures me. He knows everything there is to know about furniture, art, music, and photography. He also critiques my photographs. A lot. Most of the ...
India is only going to let me accept it on its own terms.
Day 38 #100happydays: Switch House
Day 35 #100happydays: Pineapple pen
Day 28 #100happydays: Please talk to each other instead
Day 24 #100happydays: Rainbow love
Day 1 #100happydays: Demolition
Friendship is not developed though time, rather moments of time.
The ebb and flow of friendships
Someone who see's through the external pain, is the one you want to keep.
Friendships Be Like.
Perhaps this will be more although the easiest lie is just to leave it to God.
The ultimate sacrifice. When someone finds out they are hurting you and they let you go, it means they care.
three months of uncertainty
We Choose Christ!
Old friendships, new spaces
Was it really 75 years ago?
Road tripping with EG
Here I go again
To the Observer
Dictation in Berlin
Day 96 #100HappyDays: Friendship
Day 95 #100HappyDays: Forever 2013
Day 61 #100HappyDays: Hot pants
Life is shaped, not only by moments of impact, but by the slow and gentle friction of lives intertwining.
I am the worst.
First Thailand. Now here.
It was the day before my 29th birthday. Last minute I decided to go to Detroit.
How do you convince a friend that this is where they need to be?
Read about Project One Hundred here https://medium.com/p/6eb8d1457014/ Thanks for sharing the moment with me Satish. It made my day.
And she's turning 29.
Drawing thank you note for 23 amazing ladies who are joining me for a Sunday brunch.
A mirrorball of long friendships, a fishbowl of harsh reflections.
The good old coffee time
We stretched our friendship by another day. The gators stretched themselves wherever they wanted.
Has it really been that long!?
Six years behind us, leaving notes to our future selves in the Cathedral of Junk.
A conclusion: You obviously write more poetry than prose.
Multnomah Falls and Cannon Beach
Ritual. Black cat. Good conversation. Cemetery.